Growing up, I was scolded for one thing far more than any other—talking.

I’ve just always had so much I want to say. It’s like the valve between brain and mouth has always been open for me.

And the same is true for writing.

I remember I used to have this red felt-tipped pen and one of those one-inch, wide-ruled spiral notebooks with me wherever I went. I would write plays and short stories and poems and songs, from my earliest memories in elementary school.

I studied English throughout college. In a former life, I taught writing and speaking and theatre to high school students. I have served as a communication director for my church.

I’ve always felt the weight of the power of words and their ability to both create and to destroy.

And yet?

Words are the very thing that seem to keep me from my son.

This fall Tobin received an additional diagnosis of verbal apraxia (also called Childhood Apraxia of Speech). Technically, he was diagnosed with profound verbal apraxia. To be completely honest and vulnerable, this means that the score on the assessment was so low that it didn’t even register a score.

And while I had suspected it for a while and pretty much knew it’s where things would land (just like the moment we received the diagnosis of autism), to actually hear the words and see the results was a heartbreaking moment, no matter how prepared I thought was.

The American Speech-Language-Hearing Association has this (and more) to say about Childhood Apraxia of Speech (CAS):

“To speak, messages need to go from your brain to your mouth. These messages tell the muscles how and when to move to make sounds. If your child has apraxia of speech, the messages do not get through correctly. Your child might not be able to move his lips or tongue to the right place to say sounds, even though his muscles are not weak. Sometimes, he might not be able to say much at all.

A child with CAS knows what she wants to say. CAS is a problem with her brain getting her mouth muscles to move, not with how well she thinks…”

I think of it like this:

Autism is a huge barrier to Tobin communicating. It has him sort of “locked up” in his mind and we all work hard to help him come out. And he does come out and it is wonderful. He is more and more present and connected all the time. 

But once he “unlocks,” Tobin has the SECOND barrier of apraxia.

Two. Two very huge barriers that keep Tobin from communicating.

It’s like the valve that has always been so open for me is closed so tightly for him.

He has two tight valves that need opened before the words can flow.

One of my favorite things to do with Knox is to do a “favorites interview.” I think our earliest one is from when he is three. I ask him a series of “what’s your favorite_____” and he answers the questions and we laugh and giggle back and forth on his responses.

I love these videos. I can go back and watch them and remember and relive. I love seeing him grow into the person he is becoming and having this video documentation of these sacred moments with him.

I hang on Knox’s every word. I always have. Because I can’t believe I get to be his mother. And I find him fascinating.

And I feel the exact same way about Tobin.

I wonder the big things: When he cries is it because his stomach hurts or his throat hurts or because he has put something in his ear canal? Do his new shoes hurt his feet? Is someone being mean or hurting him?

I wonder the small things: Does he like his bedroom sheets? What’s his favorite song? Who is his best friend? Did he like the soup I made last night or just eat it because I insisted?


This new diagnosis was huge and insightful.
(I’m one who would much rather know the truth—all of the truth—and then work with the truth than to put my head in the sand and pretend.)

Tobin has an absolutely amazing team at his school. And his speech therapist has been all over this from the beginning, from way before we had anything official.

The condensed version of the super long story is this:

Tobin assessed for an Augmentative & Alternative Communication (AAC) device. We received it on December 29 and—

It has been a game changer.

Tobin has words.

Tobin had already been working with a device at school, and from the moment I put the device into his hands, he began poking and pushing the buttons.

His first request: “I want black cookie.”

Knox clears out the pantry, offering all kinds of sweets to Tobin (which he thoroughly enjoyed!) but nothing was “black cookie.” Brian smiles “OREO!” I text his speech therapist, and she says that is how he requests Oreos during session with her.

Brian gets ready to leave to go to the store and says, “If you guys think of anything else I need to get, let me know!” And Tobin quickly pushes “Ice cream candy ice cream.”

This was within the first five minutes of having his device in his hands at our house.

We saw an immediate change in Tobin’s demeanor:

My sister came over to hang out with Tobin while the other three of us went to the movies. When I told Tobin, he ran upstairs to his closet, created a makeshift step stool, picked out an outfit and dressed himself. He’s never before shown any care about his wardrobe.


The next level of potty training we’d been implementing at the house (big boy undies until bedtime) got kicked up a notch. The three days prior we’d had accidents throughout the day. The night the device was delivered? Zero accidents. Zero. And he has continued this trend in the days following, getting more and more consistent, even beginning to go by himself!

He is looking up and out. And eye to eye.

He’s more present and engaged, even choosing to be with the kids when we have friends over instead of with the adults or by himself.

The volume on his constant jabbering has turned way, way up! He walks around the house smiling and shouting and pressing “ice cream” and “black cookie” and “Jello.” (No wonder he seemed mad so much of the time—we haven’t had any of the things he likes!)

Tobin has found his voice.

When you find the “insects” button…

We are all learning this new tool. It’s very complex. There are so many buttons, some are “one-hit” buttons, some take you to another page of buttons which take you to another page of buttons and another page of buttons.

For example, for Tobin to request “eat chicken,” he has to press “eat” and then “eat” again. Then he presses “eat” then “meat” then “chicken.” Then he pushes the top of the screen and the voice will say “eat chicken.”

But he is getting it.

One night he requested “I want chicken.” I showed him the leftover chicken and dumplings and he shook his head “no” and pressed “I want chicken” again. I told him we didn’t have any other chicken. And he pressed “go” and then “apples” and then pressed the sentence and the voice said “I want chicken go apples.”

He wanted McDonald’s.

We all hopped in the car (at 8 p.m.) and got our boy a Happy Meal with chicken nuggets and apples and he smiled while shoving nuggets in his mouth the Whole. Way. Home.

He’s told us what he’d like to eat at a restaurant: “rice chicken.”
He’s told us when he’s ready for bed: “tired sleepy.”
He’s told us he wants gum: “pink chew it.”
He’s told us he wants the iPhone: “internet World Wide Web iPhone.”

He’s even called me “Mom.”


My son has words.

And it’s changing everything.

People get hung up words. I know I do. Or did.

But if we had no word for “love” would it mean that love didn’t exist?
If we didn’t have words to describe the night sky, would it still be there?

I mean, if you and I call an object, an idea, or a feeling two different things, aren’t we still talking about the same thing?

I feel like I’m trying to write some sort of Shakespearean “a rose by any other name would smell as sweet” line, but I think, I dwell on this idea so much.

Because words aren’t required.

I’ve found myself getting more and more comfortable with silence.
I no longer have to be the one that fills the empty spaces in conversation. Because I now know it’s okay for us to just be in the silence.

And listening is so much better anyway.

The other day, Tobin and I read a book together.

Read. A book. Together.

As in, back and forth. Together. And my sweet friend was there to capture it on video.


It’s difficult to describe what it’s like to have a son who cannot speak.
So many questions. All the time.

To be completely honest, it has often felt like I’m talking to the air.
And admitting that breaks my heart and makes me feel sad with some shame.

Because it’s been heartbreaking and confusing and crippling and maddening to not know what my son is thinking or feeling or is capable of thinking or feeling.

And all that schooling, all those years in communication seemed to do nothing for me these past few years as I try and stumble and get up and take a step forward and fall five steps backward trying to navigate this road with my son.

I have been so angry with myself for lack of patience, for the inability to use what I’ve learned to bridge the gap between us.

But this morning?

This morning I wished my son “Happy Birthday” on his device.

I pressed the buttons on his “talker” and showed him where the buttons are to say “Happy Birthday.” We smiled and kissed and laughed and snuggled and all day long, Tobin has found a way to insert “birthday” into just about every request he has made.

It seems we both believe that birthdays are something that should be adequately celebrated.

Words have shown me that.

And today while I was baking his cake, Tobin sat at the kitchen table and pushed words about “snow” and “outside.” And I talked to him about how pretty it is and how it makes winter so much more bearable when the snowflakes cover everything. And he looked out the window.

And ever since that cake has been iced and on top of the refrigerator, Tobin has gone over to his device every ten minutes or so and pressed “brown cake dessert birthday” sometimes even adding a “please.”

And when I tell him we have to wait until after dinner, he has pushed “worst” three different times now.

I don’t know which words are coincidences and which words are intentional. Just like I don’t know the hards and I don’t know the highs of what’s to come on this autism journey and that can seem overwhelming even on the best days.

But right now, I’m basking in the back-and-forth I’m experiencing with my son. I’m relishing these “conversations” we’re having, this unlocking we’re witnessing as he presses buttons to release what’s in his mind.

I’m witnessing the transforming power words can give.

And it’s so Good.

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  1. This is THE best! I cannot imagine how Tobin feels now that he has the words he needs to invite others into his world and can actively join in the world around him. I’m so amazed at how many things are changing simply because he has words. What a breakthrough! My heart is overflowing for your family and for the possibilities opening up literally before your eyes.

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    1. Thanks so much, friend.
      I’m still amazed and overwhelmed. Last night we were talking about Brian and Knox going back to school and Tobin pressed “snow” and then “I need” and I said something about being sad bc they won’t be with us and he pressed “mad.”
      We’re having conversations. And it blows my mind.



  2. I am so much in awe of you and Tobin! I am also so proud of you Emory for being vulnerable enough to share your family’s amazing journey. God is moving in each of your lives!

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    1. We’re grateful that everyone has been so kind and compassionate with our story. Thankful for you and the love and support you give each of us. God is definitely Good.



  3. Precious, your journey is blessings others. God has taken you on a special journey with your son. If all children with special needs, could have the mother you are to Tobin! You blessed me with your writings.
    May God continue to bless your family and walk this through journey. So happy for you

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m overwhelmed with the love shown to our family. So incredibly grateful.

      God definitely blessed us with these two boys, who have been the best teachers, the most grace-filled teachers that point us toward the Good. I have felt so inadequate, so frustrated with myself for all that I lack and want to give and be for them–so thankful we threw “perfect” out the window. The Good is so much better.

      Thanks for your encouragement. ❤



  4. You all are AMAZING parents!!!! The boys are so lucky to have you!! They are blessed, and what a blessing they are as well!! I love reading your stories, it always puts my life in to perspective!!! Makes realize how literal I am!! I also always got the, “talks to much!!” LOL…..I have always found it as a gift, but I have had something happen to me recently, and I just wish I could not let my emotions or words out!!! Love you all!!! Hugs to those precious boys!!!!

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    1. Thanks so much for your kindness. Our two boys are the biggest blessings. I still can’t believe we get to be their parents. And one of the many gifts they give us is the gift of perspective.

      I always see my failures so loudly–thankful for each new day, sometimes each new minute, that I get to start over and try again. Thankful we dropped any notion of “perfect” and traded it for “Good.”

      Thanks so much for encouraging us, Tonia. ❤



  5. Anna Marie, thank you for sharing your family’s journey. Reading your posts are inspirational and remind one to never give up. You have blessed everyone by sharing.

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    1. Thanks so much, Ms. Mack. Your words mean so much because it made me realize that thiis is what all three of my boys are teaching me–to never give up.

      Thanks for your kindness with our story. It has truly blessed me today. ❤



  6. Wow! This is so incredible and I am super excited for what the future holds for Tobin and for all of you! As a person who loves to talk, I just can’t imagine all the hard stuff you all have dealt with. So thankful that Tobin’s “speaking world” is opening up and I can’t wait to hear more stories. Love and Hugs!

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    1. Thanks so much, Lois.
      Our family has so appreciated the way you have supported us and encouraged us on this journey–giving resources for us and books for Tobin, and all the ways you think of us and say kind words, always including and loving on Tobin. So thankful for your friendship. We’re excited for this new leg of the journey. Love ya! ❤



  7. Don’t you just love it when God performs a miracle??? I am so happy that your boys have people in their life who strive to give them every possible advantage. It also makes me sad for other children going through the same thing who have no one in their corner. Thank you for letting me follow along with your family on this amazing adventure! Tobin has already learned so many words in just a few weeks by this time next year who knows what he will be able to do.


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